Romancing the Fire

Last night, I had my first experience with a fireplace. And I was excited with the prospect. What can I say, I come from a tropical area of the country, where airconditioning rather than heaters are more welcomed and where the white sand under my feet and the surf tickle my feet. It doesn't take much to make me happy.

So, after having the maitre d' light the fireplace, my friend and I, with glasses of wine, curled on a couch and just talked. Sometimes, the noise of the crackling firewood and soft music were the only sounds you'd hear. The smell of pine wood wafting through the air. The comfort of good company and the warmth of the pervading your senses. Without need for words, without need for prattle. The flames mesmerizing, seducing me to come nearer.

I stayed there, occasionally poking the wood until only the glowing embers were left. And before it finally died down, I turned around, leaving those embers burning softly against the darkness.